touch as if I were made of white-hot iron. “I scrubbed the toilets so that no general manager would ever be able to lie to me about the operational costs of running a luxury property. I built this company brick by brick, dollar by blood-soaked dollar, while you and Harper drained Dad’s pension on country club dues and bespoke ballgowns you couldn’t afford.”
Harper scanned the lobby in panic.
The high-society guests who had eagerly gathered to watch the spectacle my supposed removal as a vagrant now watched her with